Mr Furlong doesn’t enjoy fishing. I don’t currently know any fishermen – or should I say fisherperson as I believe woman’s lib don’t like fisherMAN. Can you believe the ridiculousness of that?
The fisherman I used to know got caught by his partner describing the delights of Cuba to his friend on the phone. He used to “go fishing” in wonderful Cuba, catching much more than she had ever imagined. So they aren’t together any more.
I could see that this could be a useful trick if you wanted to migrate worms somewhere else in the garden, but it’s really for fisherpersons.
I don’t know who to share this with except you.
Don’t you think this is bloody amazing?